MY TWIN ALPHA'S のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Caspian's POV*This chapter contains explicit sexual content and intense emotional scenes.*The room froze in that terrible moment, the monitors' flatline tone piercing the air like a death knell. Nalani's silver bite still fresh on Kieran's bare shoulder, the bond flaring with that explosive silver fire… but then silence. His chest stopped rising, body going limp on the bed, the golden glow that had always seemed to radiate from him extinguishing like a snuffed flame.Nalani screamed, a sound that ripped through me like claws, her hands clutching his chest as if she could pull him back from the abyss. “Kieran! No!”I lunged forward, heart shattering, grabbing his other shoulder, shaking him. “Brother! Fight!” My voice broke, grey eyes blazing gold with desperation. Ethan backed away, face pale, vial in hand. “The mark... it should have...”Then it hit.A wave of heat crashed over me, sudden and consuming, like fire igniting in my veins. Nalani gasped, doubling over, her green eyes fl

Nalani’s POVThe days following our return from the wild blurred into a rhythm of renewed purpose. The power from the completed marking coursed through me constantly, a vibrant hum that made every sense sharper, every movement more fluid. My mates felt it too… Caspian’s steady presence amplified into an unshakeable calm, Kieran’s fire burning brighter with controlled intensity. We trained harder, planned deeper, the triad bond a living force that bound us tighter than ever. The tattoos on our skin had settled into subtle shimmers, visible only when we called on the power, but they were a constant reminder of what we had become.Yet amid the strength, suspicion lingered like a shadow I could not shake. Cleo’s behavior nagged at me… the subtle closeness to Caspian, her smooth apologies that felt rehearsed, her avoidance of her mate bond to my brother. She had been quieter since our conversation in the garden, avoiding me with polite nods when our paths crossed. I kept a close watch, my

Kieran’s POVI was overseeing intensified border drills after recent threats, barking orders to the warriors as they ran formations, checking weapons and shifts with sharp focus. My blue eyes scanned the line, gold flashing when someone slacked, pushing the pack harder to prepare for whatever Jade threw next. Sweat and determination filled the air, the recent attacks fresh in everyone's minds. The pack moved like a well-oiled machine, but tension lingered… everyone knew the enemy was circling, waiting for weakness.I paused only to wipe my brow, mind half on Nalani through the bond, a constant reassuring hum of her presence, when the sudden spike of her pain and fear hit me like a physical blow. It slammed through the connection… raw panic, anger, crushing guilt.I froze mid-stride, warriors halting around me. “Nalani,” I growled, already shifting direction.Caspian appeared at my side in seconds, grey eyes blazing gold… he’d felt it too. “Something’s wrong.”“Phone,” I said, pulling

Nalani's POV *Explicit content*The world had gone gray.Everything… the sky, the trees, the faces of the pack…had lost its color the moment the bunker exploded. I moved through the days like a ghost, performing the motions of living while something vital inside me lay buried under flaming rubble.Zeph was dead.My brother, the one who’d teased me mercilessly and loved me fiercely… the one I had just gotten. Gone. Burned to nothing in that inferno.I sat on the edge of our massive bed, knees drawn tight to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. The room felt too large, too quiet, as if the explosion had hollowed out everything around me along with my heart. Caspian and Kieran hadn’t left my side since we stumbled back that night… covered in ash, reeking of smoke and loss. They took turns holding me when the sobs came, spoke in low, gentle voices when the silence grew too heavy, brought trays of food I couldn’t touch and glasses of water I couldn’t swallow. Wherever I drifted in the

Nalani's POV The terror hit me like a freight train derailing in my chest, every nerve ending screaming in denial. That voice had haunted my nightmares for over a month. In those sweat-soaked dreams, Damian was a broken thing, a grotesque shadow of the man… a monster, his movements jerky and unnatural, like a marionette with half its strings severed. Bones grinding audibly against each other, steps uneven and halting, as if he were relearning to walk on limbs that had been forcibly remade in some feverish, self-inflicted nightmare. His body had been twisted by Jade's experiments… skin stretched too tight over malformed muscles, veins bulging black under translucent flesh, eyes sunken into hollows that burned with a madness no sanity could reach. I’d wake up gasping, sheets tangled around me, convinced the scent of his decay still clung to my skin, to my soul.But now… now he stepped fully into the green-tinged firelight at the edge of the pit, and the shock rooted me to the cold, da